Almost as soon as I put my fork down, a busboy whisked the plate and fork away. The waiter was carrying a tray with something smoking on it. He put a ...airly thick rib-eye steak on a metal hot plate in the center, a small plate with a shelled lobster tail on one side, and a plateful of shrimp scampi on rice on the other. Directly over my plate, he set down a bowl of mixed vegetables. The man was smiling and offered me a card, "Excuse me, Dr. Feeny, if you can't finish your meal now, you can call. I didn’t like giving blowjobs because he never reciprocates and goes down on me. I did it because I wanted a cock – any cock inside of me at that moment.At Dinner, everyone was quiet. I made chicken and set the table. No one was in a joking mood. My husband was worn out from our love making. Courtney and Michael looked somber and reticent about the punishment.“I had to punish Michael and Courtney today,” I said to Pat once I sat down to join them for dinner.Courtney and Michael looked at one. They were three cousins who were out hunting one day, thousands of years ago. Their small village was low on food and the more experienced hunters were off on a hunt near the southern stretch. They were not sure what they were going to find, but they hoped it would be enough to get the village by until the hunting party returned.They made their way north, deep into the vast wood. They moved as slowly and quietly as they could, but their clumsy movements scared off most prey. They were about to. Herr Hesse is 36, rigidly Teutonic, proudly punctilious. He stands erect, spine stiff. Menus cradled in his left arm as he leads diners to their assigned tables. His right arm practically counts cadence as he marches formally across the room.I have no idea if Herr Hesse is even gay. Asexual would be my guess. Didn’t matter, the staff ... admires him. He takes his job seriously, approaches BEAR’s with solemn consequentiality, treats everyone under him with courteous formality.He makes me.